Tracking My Alpha
SandyCclaimed by my bestie's alpha daddymy mate is that badass alpha
Bastien squeezes me a bit tighter when he notices the change in my stance, the eagerness to get to the table, a small growl leaves his chest.
A soft groan comes from my lips as I feel his possessiveness through our bond, I mind link him, "stop, silly, I'm excited about Angel not her mate." He side eyes me then focus's back to the table we are slowly approaching, his eyes widen at her and a small smile plays on his lips as he takes her in. Angel is a vision of beauty, she stands, clapping, a huge smile graces her cherub face, her small baby bump barely noticeable, in a baby blue off the shoulder dress, her skin is flawless and tan, a perk for living in Florida. I break free of Bastien's hol
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